LETTER TO MY GROWING WOMAN

LETTER TO MY GROWING WOMAN

 Dear growing woman, my precious jewel
 It feels good to see you blossom into the adult female I have always wanted You are my womb trophy
 A maternity medal incomparable
 Your glassy beauty sparkles in radiance per minutes seconds the clock ticks wise  As the lilies genuflect at the saint of your sweet cologne.

 But something startles me so dreadly and I am greatly afraid my diamond  I am afraid of this one beauty that frowns loathfully at character .This beauty that preaches nudism and recites the poetry of arrogance

 Yes, I am afraid of this illumination that careless about personal hygiene Possessing artificial fingers and detesting  culturing
 Admirable in public yet fearfully unhomely
 A goddess of clothing with no laundry licence

 Yes I am truly sorry my angel
 But I still can not tell
 I still can not tell why catering weeps badly when ever you approach her utensils O I can only wish !
 I can only wish for a day career and domestics will become best friends  That season English will learn to accord respect to her vernacular cousin

 One last words for you my treasure
 Dear growing woman
 You will soon become a soul mate
 Panic not about romantic feelings
 Only pray self control to evade a blunder
 Disclaimed pregnancies are real, and shot gun marriages are pretty risky

 I pray you find love someday
 And build a family that knows no misery
 Be wise my child, open thy retina and recognise light
 True love sees beyond the curves
 It knows the truth and needs not unbutton the blouse to view the heart

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